You just sat in front of the computer jacking off, didn't you? Just like you are now. While I was on his bed, my legs spread, panting in anticipation for him. He's a real man... he didn't give a fuck if you were now my 'boyfriend'. It made him laugh. He would rub his cock on my face, his fucking huge throbbing cock, smearing me with his pre-cum, and all the while, he'd be laughing about you, sat at home, too much of a weak-willed bitch to do anything about it.
And then he'd put it in, ram it into his cunt -- because it was his, by the way, not yours. It never was. Here's a thought for you: every time I let you fuck me, how many times do you think I came? Actually came, not just faked it? Do you want to know?